Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one, / Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1702 [but see also earlier editions 1648, 1651]
"My Soul untun'd, unstrung, doth wait on Thee / To teach her how to sing thy MYSTERY."
preview | full record— Beaumont, Joseph (1616-1699)
Date: 1707, 1709
"So fell Great Britains Orpheus in his Rage, / When Furies in his Breast began to howl, / And Cares that wait on Life's uncertain Stage, / Had quite untun'd his Soul."
preview | full record— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)
Date: 1711
"Such noble Vital Instruments are fit / For Reason's Works, and beauteous Turns of Wit. / With finer Strokes they move the tender Strings / Tun'd in the Brain, whence clear Perception springs."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1712
"Love taught my Tears in sadder Notes to flow, / And tun'd my Heart to Elegies of Woe."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1712
"How is the Image to the Sense convey'd? / On the tun'd Organ how the Impulse made? / How, and by which more noble Part the Brain / Perceives th'Idea, can their Schools explain? / 'Tis clear, in that Superior Seat alone / The Judge of Objects has her secret Throne."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1713
"Bless me, each cries, from such a working Brain! / And to Hippocrates they send / The Sage's long-acquainted Friend, / To put in Tune his jarring Mind again, / And Pericranium mend."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)